I've got the grumps,
I'm teary and can't seem to do anything right.
A loss of appetite has taken hold,
can't even be tempted by mums delights.
Poppie wants more cuddles,
and won't let me out of her sight.
Every time my gorgeous guy steps through the door
I'm picking a fight.
But bless him he's being patient and understanding
we've been here before.
Because you see everybody
we three are going to become four!
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